Two women stand near their tent in a campsite in Devon

Debra: Fresh air.Shirley: Fresh air. The freshest air.Debra: It’s not like office air.Shirley: It’s sweeter than office air.Debra: This was such a good idea.Shirley: Thank you.Debra: Oh, was it your idea then?Shirley: It originated with me. I felt obliged to say something at that meeting. No one else would. That silence might have stretched on forever. Debra: You were the one who said we should all go camping?Shirley: It was better than another team-building exercise in some faceless building in Newquay.